Oh, she likes him. It's completely unexpected, but she truly does. Her cheeks flush a little as she retakes her turn, discarding a card and receiving one just as worthless. She lifts her eyes to his, feeling shy now that he's been so generous when she was once so rude to him.
"Thank you. D'you need anything? Something to drink, perhaps?"
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"Thank you. D'you need anything? Something to drink, perhaps?"